Category Archives: post a day 2012!

La Mer est la Mère

Always, toujours….I have dreamt…the Nile flowing Northward, against the pull of gravity Free as the heart that soars above inequity…the cormorant disappears into the sea…a black ghost free from the battle which ensues above unbeknownst to this ghost, the human

La Mer est la Mère

Always, toujours….I have dreamt…the Nile flowing Northward, against the pull of gravity Free as the heart that soars above inequity…the cormorant disappears into the sea…a black ghost free from the battle which ensues above unbeknownst to this ghost, the human

The Sea in Me

The Sea….dark and deep, vast as the Universe, wild as the heart that flies upon flights of fancy…. And yet, each drop…a breath of air and something more….the spherical reflective illusive drop of dew…holding within, the world… My blood courses

The Sea in Me

The Sea….dark and deep, vast as the Universe, wild as the heart that flies upon flights of fancy…. And yet, each drop…a breath of air and something more….the spherical reflective illusive drop of dew…holding within, the world… My blood courses

The two headed Serpent

My friend who is small…asked me about my ring, Ouroboros The two headed serpent….Out of death springs life…eternal… Out of darkness, light…. Out of Destruction, Creation…. Shiva, dancing in my heart….made a path for the love I feel today… My

The two headed Serpent

My friend who is small…asked me about my ring, Ouroboros The two headed serpent….Out of death springs life…eternal… Out of darkness, light…. Out of Destruction, Creation…. Shiva, dancing in my heart….made a path for the love I feel today… My

sweet…things

Skin….in the summer, sultry, sweat….Akin Yes…yesterday…as real as this thought, manifesting on my tongue…. and yes, yet I ought…. do, done, should have come and gone, maybe just a little differently…. But I would rather, have always rather done things

sweet…things

Skin….in the summer, sultry, sweat….Akin Yes…yesterday…as real as this thought, manifesting on my tongue…. and yes, yet I ought…. do, done, should have come and gone, maybe just a little differently…. But I would rather, have always rather done things

Back to Whence

You can’t take it with you and you can’t get it back, the thoughts recede and supersede, scattered like seeds…some are wildflowers, some are weeds… Some days it is all too much to take, to take in, I feel the

Back to Whence

You can’t take it with you and you can’t get it back, the thoughts recede and supersede, scattered like seeds…some are wildflowers, some are weeds… Some days it is all too much to take, to take in, I feel the

She Walks

This eve that is that of my friend’s thirtieth celebration of years since beginning this lively manifestation Oh how time flies upon the map of life one spin get we of this mortal coil to unveil our mortal destiny. She

She Walks

This eve that is that of my friend’s thirtieth celebration of years since beginning this lively manifestation Oh how time flies upon the map of life one spin get we of this mortal coil to unveil our mortal destiny. She

A cross to keep my heart

in winter what remnants of chided youth lay buried beneath pale skies and icy gray eyes eyes that burn with cold to suck the breath from the chest to put all hope at once to rest until their lids have

A cross to keep my heart

in winter what remnants of chided youth lay buried beneath pale skies and icy gray eyes eyes that burn with cold to suck the breath from the chest to put all hope at once to rest until their lids have